Monday, May 7, 2007
Me, A Mom of Three???
With Mother’s Day around the corner, I find myself reflecting. This will be my first Mother’s Day as a mom of three. The thought that immediately comes to mind is, “How the heck did this happen???” I don’t even really like kids. More on that in a minute.
I think back to eleven years ago when my hubby and I got married. Yep... our 11th anniversary is right around the corner. My husband was 20 and I was 21. I had decided while I was in college, that I pretty much hated kids and never wanted to have them. When I met Marshall, he felt the same way. Kids are brats, they do nothing but ruin your life. When we decided to get married, we agreed that we would be “DINKS” (double income, no kids). We didn’t want to have to share each other with anyone else. I wanted to be able to go anywhere I wanted, without having to drag kids along, and I did NOT want my body to be transformed by pregnancy/childbirth/nursing (i.e. saggy boobs and stretchmarks). I remember at our wedding when the Pastor included something in his prayer about us being fruitful and multiplying... I immediately thought to myself, “Didn’t anyone tell him that we are NEVER having kids??”.
What changed? I honestly would say I believe it was an act of God. There is no other logical explanation. We certainly didn’t grow up or mature.
Back to my feelings about kids in general. I still don’t really like kids. People just assume since I have three of them, or because I adopted that I must adore children. The fact is, I adore my OWN three kids. I just don’t like other kids much. The worst possible torture you can do to me is to make me take my rotation in the church nursery or volunteer in my older kids’ Sunday School class. Whenever I’m asked to volunteer, I usually respond with a, “Dude, that’s not my gift” (or something along those lines). Now I’m not mean to kids or anything. I’m actually quite nice and loving, and truth be told, I have softened a little toward kids in general. I just have an especially small tolerance toward ill-behaved children.
There are some things I did not know I was getting myself in to, when we agreed to have children. I’ve made a little list.
1. Getting pee’d on.
2. Getting pooped on.
3. Getting spit up on.
4. Getting thrown up on.
5. Being bled on.
6. Cleaning the above bodily fluids off of furniture, carpet, tile, hardwood floors, stuffed animals, bedding, siblings, etc.
7. Giving suppositories.
8. Collecting runny stool out of a diaper with a tiny spork and filling a little container with it.
Ironic that during my 3rd year in college, I changed my major, which was “nursing” because I realized I did not like bodily fluids.
Now all of these things have happened more times than I can count. So if I could go back in time, would I change the way things turned out? No way. I love my kids with all my heart. This coming Mother’s Day, I will celebrate with the knowledge that I am the luckiest mom on the planet, to be the mother of my three kids.
On a complete side note: We are having the outside of our house painted. They’ve been prepping for a week, but today is the first day the color is going on. If the neighbors didn’t think I was crazy before, they KNOW it now. hee hee. I’m sure they are wishing we had a homeowner’s association. I can’t believe my husband agreed to let me pick this color (two shades). Right now he’s wishing he didn’t agree to this. He’ll get used to it eventually (hopefully). Curious? I’m not saying the color. I’ll post a picture when it is finished. I will give a hint: It’s the same color my toe nails are currently painted.